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but seriously there will be flying cars (_stark_) wrote,

Howard had been half-expecting the warning bells, but he still swore under his breath when they started up. Fortunately, Maggie was genuinely the best person he knew to handle a crisis, and she was immediately up and out of her seat, volunteering her services. Which was exactly what he needed. No fuss, no panic. It was a shame that every woman couldn't be as useful.

He made sure the plane was flying straight and then unfastened his own seat belt. "I need you to fly the plane while I go fix it." He rummaged around under the seat and slipped out a sleek, standard-issue tool box. He moved away from the seat, allowing her to take his place. "I'll be back."

He headed to where the engine was sputtering in its tiny room, and only once he was there did it occur to him that perhaps he should've asked if Maggie knew what she was doing. He pushed the thought from his head quickly, though. Of course she did. She was trained in everything. Basic piloting had to be on the list.

Opening the engine, Howard fiddled around with the tools, pushing wires around until he found the damaged coil. He pursed his lips. They'd hit the cooling system, as he suspect. But maybe if he could reroute the intercooler...

A few precious minutes ticked by as he tinkered, but the alarm soon abated. "You good?" he yelled back to her as he struggled to hold the cable in place.